Not what I would define as a "gambling song" but Katy Perry's "Waking Up in Vegas" actually inspired me to take a trip back out to Vegas after a few years off. It's not a great song, but it's catchy and the music video is fun.

Despite the very bad advice of never counting your money, I like Kenny Rogers "Gambler".

And no list can be complete with a version of "Viva Las Vegas".

Superstitions are silly, childish, irrational rituals, born out of fear of the unknown. But how much does it cost to knock on wood? 😁
Note that the same could be said for Religion. I.E. Religion is nothing more than organized superstition. 🤗

(The link is Townes Van Zandt performing the song, then explaining how he wrote it. Worth the 3:44, IMO.)

The wicked king of clubs awokeit was to his queen turnedhis lips were laughing as they spokehis eyes like bullets burnedthe sun's upon a gambling dayhis queen smiled low and blissfullylet's make some wretched fool to playplain it was she did agree

He send his deuce down into diamondhis four to hart, and his trey to spadethree kings with their legions comepreparations soon where madethey voted club the days commandergave him an army face and numberall but the outlaw jack of diamondsand the aces in the sky

He give his sevens first instructionsspirit me a game of studstakes unscarred by limitation'tween a man named Gold and man named MudClub filled Gold with greedy vapors'til his long, green eyes did glowMud was left with the sighs and trembleswatching his hard earned money go

Flushes fell on Gold like watertens they paired and paired againbut the aces only flew through heavenand the diamond jack called no man friendThe diamond queen saw Muds ordealbegan to think of her long lost sonfell to her knees with a mother's mercyprayed to the angels every one

The diamond queen, she prayed and prayedand the diamond angel filled Muds holethe wicked king of clubs himselffell in face down in front of Goldnow three kings come to Clubs commandbut the angels from the sky did ridethree kings up on the streets of Goldthree fireballs on the muddy side

The club queen heard her husband's callbut Lord that queen of diamond's joywhen the outlaw in the heavenly hallturned out to be a wandering boyNow Mud he checked and Gold bet alland Mud he raised and Gold did calland the smile just melted off his facewhen Mud turned over that diamond ace

Now here's what this story's toldif you feel like Mud you'll end up Goldif you feel like lost, you'll end up foundso amigo, lay them raises down.